“Then what do you want to do?”

“Talk.”

“Oh, right- o !” said Bill eagerly.

“There’s a seat on the lawn⁠—I saw it. Let’s bring these things along in case we want to play, after all.”

“Righto!” said Bill again. He felt safe with that, not wishing to commit himself until he knew what he was wanted to say.

As they went across the lawn, Antony dropped the bowls and took out his pipe.

“Got a match?” he said loudly.